My legs and arms throbbed in pain as my eyes shot open. I gasped for air to fill my lungs, but my frantic gulps had no affect. It felt like there was a rock on my chest. My hands raced up and down my body touching and feeling every inch, looking for the cause of all the pain.

I couldn't stand up, I couldn't breath. Where was Edward, and the rest the Cullen's? Shouldn't they be here? I was become more and more frantic by the minute. I pushed myself off the ground. The area around me was dark, I was still in the meadow. Where was everyone? I dashed towards the trees in front of me. My speed was amazing, it must be one of the gifts. I steadied myself against a tree nearby, my head dizzy with the rush. My legs ached again and before I could stop myself, I was screaming.

I ran again, this time further, and faster. I was leaping over things I couldn't even see. I had no control over my movements as I flew through the forest. My hair whipped around behind me, getting caught on branches and trees, ripping strands and pieces out, but I couldn't stop. If I stopped, the pain would return again.

Suddenly a clearing came into view, I tried to stop myself, but I kept skidding, halting only inches from a cliff. I knew this cliff, this is the cliff I threw myself off of in a weak attempt to hear Edward's voice. I sank to my knees and howled. My legs ached so much. My arms ached and my neck hurt so badly. I felt like someone was twisting needles in the two tine puncture wounds. It felt much larger than just a simple pin prick in my neck, I felt like I had a gaping hole in me, burning, searing and stabbing at my entire being.

I was screaming again, enraged by the fact Edward was not here. The water crashing against the cliffs below drowning out my screams, even to my own ears. I pounded my fists into the ground; pebbles flew in every direction as I continued to pound. My mouth was open, still screaming in pain and rage.

I rolled onto my side, lying on the ground. Throbbing with pain I clutched onto myself as I rolled around, screaming and cursing. I dug my fingernails into my own skin as I cried out. I blinked over and over, but my vision was still clouded over with the same black from before. Something moved in my stomach, causing me to tense up and shriek again.

Rapidly, I felt something warm against my skin. I was no longer on the ground, but I could feel myself flying through the air. I struggled to see through the haze, but I saw nothing but trees whizzing by. I tried to push myself up, to look; but whatever was holding me had my caged within its grasp.

This momentary distraction however, had not stopped the pain. It still swam through my entire body, life fire. It burned so badly, I began screeching in pain again. "Shh, shh Bella, it's alright," the voice whispered into my hair. I knew that voice, but from where? It was so familiar, so comforting. I closed my eyes against the warmth, it felt so nice.

"Keep talking, please," I weakly begged my captor.

"Bella, don't you dare give up on me. I don't care what you are, I will not let you go," the voice hoarsely murmured as we kept running. I felt an abrupt jolt as the journey ended. I heard a crash and a bang as we kept walking. We walked down some steps and I hear something slam. "This is for your own good," the voice mumbled.

I felt something cold on my wrists; it tightened, then the same thing on my ankles. I yowled in pain as the coldness pushed against my wounds. The cold object rattled as I shook with pain. Chains? I was being chained up. I thrashed around helplessly. My previous pain was not gone and my thrashing made it worse. I screamed again, baring my teeth to whoever was watching me. Slowly, I hung my head, letting the chains hold me up.

To my right, light streamed through the window, lighting up only a small portion of my vision. I groaned, trying to strain my eyes to search the dark. Something moved to the left of me, stepping into the light. He was tall, muscular, and a sheen of sweat almost shimmered in the little bit of light.

"Bella," he whispered, stepping forward. His voice was strained, hurt even. He took my face in both of his hands. His hands were so warm against my skin. I brought my eyes to his face and it took all my strength not to scream again. Instead, I gasped roughly.

"J-Jacob," I sputtered, unable to keep my head up for any longer. I realized, he was holding my face up, towards his. He looked at me sadly; his big brown eyes looked like they were wet with tears. "It hurts," I whimpered trying to pull myself towards him. My chains rattled loudly as I stayed back where I was, unable to get any closer.

Jacob inched closer to me, pulling my head into his chest. He sat me on his lap. His arms wrapped around me gently and I could feel the warmth. It felt so good, so soothing. "Just try to sleep Bella, it'll be over soon." His voice was sad, and disappointed. I couldn't think of it now, at least I wasn't alone.

I wrapped myself around his sturdy body, clinging to him. "Please don't go," I begged trying to tilt my head to look at his. He held my face to his chest firmly, stopping any movement from me. I could hear his heartbeat, slow and steady in the dark room.

"I'm not going anywhere Bells, just close your eyes," his voice carried me into a sort of dream world. Pain ripped through me still, and I know I had to be trying to thrash around again. But Jacob held onto my rigidly throughout the night, and even as the pain subsided and I finally fell into a sleep.